When we pulled into the Home Depot parking lot to pick-up a Noble Fir I told Joe that he was ruining Christmas. I know, I’m such a brat. I really wanted to go to a tree farm, or at least one of those little stands off Santa Monica and spend half an hour picking out “the perfect tree.” At Home Depot we ended up just picking one of the already tied up trees and rolling the dice on it so that we could skip the line. But that’s okay, because a midnight run to CVS for replacement lights and a couple of coke and whiskeys later, things started to come together in the apartment.
I wanted to try the string tinsel this year because I have always used the garland tinsel. The string tinsel just reminds me of silver rain or something — it’s way more romantic in my head than it is in anyone else’s I’m sure, but it’s keeping me from caring that it’s a mess, especially with two kittens constantly guarding/attacking the tree. Funny how that works.
Also, Joe attached Domo light covers around the tree, so now we have glowing Domos hidden about it. How does he think of these things? Genius I tell you.